Apr 21
Every day that we spent not improving our products was a wasted day.
Joel Spolsky, Sink or Swim, SXSW 2006
Timothy McGee sighed as he completed his report, reaching for his coffee and allowing himself a victory sip.
Not too much – he hadn't entirely finished. But he needed some kind of reward for managing to get to this stage, especially as both Ziva and Tony had taken one look at the deadline Gibbs had given them (next week sometime) and immediately gone home to enjoy a relaxing evening.
Tim knew better. If he didn't get this report out of the way now, the next week would be filled with fieldwork, leaving him little to no time to write his report. His teammates would have to pull a full night to complete theirs. While he, he would bask in glory and smirk at them.
At this time, he could have gone home. But he knew it would only take another half an hour to check his report. Despite his eyes being tired and likely to miss the little typos, he diligently began re-reading his entire report, editing sentences he wasn't sure made complete sense, fixing formatting errors, spotting a few grammatical mistakes.
Finally, having reached the end of the document, he shut down his computer for the night and finished his coffee. Even though he had just checked his report, he still planned to re-check it in the morning, once his eyes had rested and his mind had had the chance to think of something else. He always thought of something he needed to add when he was in the shower…
He whistled as he left the Navy Yard. Every day he didn't try his utmost to keep on top of his paperwork was a wasted day.